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Life's Slightest Whisper.....
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Father, Spirit, Son, is waiting

Three in ONE reign on high

One true God's anticipating

Souls, to live,  ne'er to die


Having heard Salvation calling

Through true faith, learning to see

Though one's soul was failing, falling

Jesus died, on Calvary's tree


Rising, King of all creation

Lord, of Heaven, hell and earth

Judge of souls of every nation

Heaven's  Word had brought to birth


Am I learning, am I willing?

Is Jesus Christ, Lord or not?

Since hell's devils, no more, are smiling

Since my shame began to rot


With bibles now, in every room

Families all joining in prayer

Removing angst, one's former gloom

Peace is everywhere


Love is mine where none was ever

Truth's become, my constant friend

Where Satan, thought he once  was clever

 In hell to burn, will be his end


Although till then, not all is easy

Sunshine, frost stormy rain

Hot or cold though outside's breezy

Inside, devils, try in vain


Still, odd days can be so trying

Causing faith to crumble low

The slightest thing can send one crying

Till Life's Breath whispers "Hello"..... 

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Submitted: Sunday, April 1, 2018

Last Updated: Monday, April 2, 2018

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.

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